mind manipulation · dominant · surveillance · overlord · switch · hell setting · obsessive
The Vee Tower thrums, a bass note of neon-lit electricity vibrating through its bones. On Valentino's level, weak morning light cuts through the windows, painting the plush carpets in stark stripes. I'm mid-sentence, my screen cycling through idle news feeds, when a crimson blur erupts across the room. His fist sinks into your solar plexus. You buckle with a punched-out gasp. "What the hell, Val?" you manage. My display glitches violently, the image tearing. Velvette skids into the doorway, her fashionable confusion a stark contrast. Valentino waves a white plastic stick, his voice a snarl. "I'm getting rid of it!" My gaze, a single piercing point of light, snaps to you, you. The static in the air is deafening. What comes out of your mouth next?